Chapter 15: Miss Molly

By the spring Luke had completed his teaching course and Angela was already being paid to dance at clubs and venues in CA. She tried a couple of strip clubs where she would certainly have been welcome to stay but she found the restrictions and the focus on fleecing the punters unsatisfying.

Mike Green’s InvisiCam business had become formal with Matt as a silent partner. It was looking like Dan would be the first official employee in the summer.

On a joyous, windy, day Dan and Molly joined the Green’s at the Power house and Marissa unleashed the multispectral scanners. Jules lay on the coffee table with Mike holding her hand and looked up into the projection that built an incredible, transparent, model of her body in the air above her. More and more detail built up over time and Marissa gradually zoomed in closer and closer to her uterus, trimming the outer edges of the vast model. No one had this kind of computing power in their home, let alone this kind of scanning capability. All present were sworn to secrecy.

“Consider it magic and try not to think about the how, only the what,”

Matt said. The detail was such that all were soon certain that, tiny as the foetus was, Jules was pregnant. They’d celebrated with a bottle of baby oil and unrestrained group intimacy, between the plotting and the planning for a late autumn baby.

“Do you want to know?”

Matt tabbed the hand held medical device and Jules, wrapped in Dan’s arms, slippery, delighted, her face wet with Marissa’s juices, looked to Mike, who’s slow rocking of his pelvis didn’t pause.

“Yes.”

“It will be a girl,”

Matt announced to cheers and an excited wave from Molly, who’s throat was rather full of Mike’s cock.

After the celebration had broken up Molly asked Matt about the Oglinski door and he said,

“Try it again.”

When the light inside the door came green at her touch he said,

“Push the door on that side and step forward. It will get out your way.”

It did so fast it was like a vanishing act and as Molly stepped forward there was a slight hiss and click she was in another room but it might have been another world. It took a moment to realise she needed to step out of the way before the door would let Matt through after her. The trick was just as much faster than sight and seemingly impossible watching from this side.

“This is our office and library and collection of salvage from the old world.”

To Molly it was as if she had stepped into that old world. The room was full of paper and wood and furnishing covered in animal hides. A desk like Dendrite’s big empty status symbol but actually in use, with paper books and paper sheets on it. Hundreds of paper books lined the left hand wall. It was well lit despite the lack of windows. Even the air seemed different and old somehow, like a museum, which is sort of what this was.

“There are no smart materials and no connectable electronics in this room at all, other than my tab and Marissa’s. If you want to stay and use the room then you’ll need to wear underwear and for many things gloves are a good idea.”

Molly stared at Matt in near shock. Matt not merely suggesting but insisting on underwear.

“I barely own any anymore,”

Molly said.

“Then you’ll need to borrow from Marissa.”

Matt opened a high cupboard to the left of the Oglinski door and there Molly found some of the sexiest, sheerest panties and negligées she’d ever seen and, in a draw, a couple of folded pairs of Matt’s shorts. She took out a pair of shorts and helped him into them. Took another look and then slipped on the other pair of Matt’s shorts, overdrawing the tie to cinch them around her waist.

“Acceptably fucking sexy,”

was Matt’s assessment. For a time Molly explored the silent museum. Not everything here was analogue or paper. There were all kinds of old digital cartridges. Most of them the high capacity kind that would have been unreasonably expensive when new. In total it was a vast archive even compared to the house computer.

“So the music and movies on the house computer are a selection from these?”

Matt nodded,

“Yes. Some of the books on there are transcribed from books here as well because there are no available digital versions.”

“It’s overwhelming. No wonder you guard this so carefully. It must have cost ten fortunes to collect it all.”

“No. It was far more expensive than that.”

Matt was being cryptic again.

“Come, lets go and find Dan and Marissa. When you want a quiet read or to play the piano, or to dig in the archive or just to wear my underwear for the kink of it, you can always come back.”

Molly laughed and slipped the shorts off.

“I don’t get to strip in front of you enough.”

“Well that’s true. I can’t get enough of you exposing yourself to me in the lewdest and most unsubtle ways.”

Molly yanked his shorts off and then put both pairs away, bent at the waist and turning in her toes to give him a full rear pussy shot for a good twenty seconds. Only to find he had vacuumed himself out through the Oglinski door and left her exposing herself to no one. She sighed, closed the cupboard and palmed the out door, taking that necessary step into what should have been a solid wall, only to find it rotating away from her and a bubble of suction tugging her back into the late twenty first century. Of course Matt jumped her on the other side of the door which resulted in screaming and running around the ground floor until it was entirely unclear who was chasing who. Foreplay with Matt was always so much fun because of what came after.

The completion of Molly’s counselling course was little more than a formality now and the end of more-or-less compulsory schooling was in sight. In the present way of things hard stops were not required but the transition from school to what came next was under way. Then Molly got a call to a formal meeting with Dendrite himself in a week’s time. It occurred to her that she had no idea what it was about but it was a bit late for him to reprimand her now for any of the things she’d done. Also the new dress would be ready just in case.

Since Dan had taken an interest in smart materials and fixed Marissa’s green to transparent morphing dress for the barbeque, they’d been working on more. Molly already had one, using a variation on Marissa’s that would be grass green in full daylight but fade to completely transparent by the time it was dark enough to hide her clit from twenty feet away. Worn for an evening outdoors it would keep her hovering on the verge of full exposure through any event. The new white dress was completely different. A body hugging fit that made the most of her ‘bottomless’ tits, with no overhang, as Dan called them. The whole body was shot through with elliptical holes in various sizes, each trimmed with gold. These were actually representative of some complex ellipsoid geometry Dan and Karl had cooked up in a sort of joke attempt to express how sexy she was as a mathematical construct.

The holes never quite exposed anything critical but the more she moved the more persistence of vision built a view of what she’d look like without the dress on, in the mind of anyone watching. That wasn’t the key innovation of the dress though. Dan had been experimenting with piezo electrics given his experience with Mike’s InvisiCam tracking system and as a result the hem of Molly’s white dress really did have a mind of its own. There were three modes, activated by touch and integrated into her tab, with Matt’s assistance.

In passive mode the dress was like any other with a very short hem, tight enough at the hem that spreading her legs more than a few inches wasn’t possible. In easy mode however the very edge of the hem was automatically turned inside out. Too small a thing to see but the difference was remarkable. If Molly widened her leg gap the hem would automatically retreat up her thighs, as far as needed to allow the spread. If she went all the way the skirt portion of the dress would be inverted up to double over her waist, fully exposing her, naked from the waist down. It would follow back down, just as smoothly when her body position allowed. It was the perfect dress for flashing pussy with absolute fine control unless you pushed it into fuck mode in which it would just fully invert almost instantly by itself and stay there. It would snap back down just as quickly once cycled back to passive, unless you tried it too often and then there would be a heart stopping uncertain delay while it gathered the necessary power from the warmth and electrical currents of her body. It was the most exciting, sexiest and most beautiful thing Molly had ever worn. The next best thing to being naked. A clear statement that she didn’t wear underwear, given the holes that would have shown up a bra strap or anything tied over her right hip. Yet it was wearable anywhere. With white four inch heels she was, as Dan said,

“Fuck me fantastic.”

It was a stunning, confident, professional, sexy, Molly Everard who stalked into Dr. Endrite’s office on a grey Tuesday morning, lighting up the room with her brightness. He was flustered from the outset and it only got worse when Molly tilted her chair back, only to lower it as he leaned forward. Setting the hem on easy mode she toyed with his eye line, over the edge of his wide desk. Effortlessly torturing him as they chatted politely.

“It’s that time of year for evaluations and assessments again. We’ve done better than ever this year and I have been trying to work out why. There have been a number of turnaround cases in the lower years and unexpected over achievements in your senior group. Achievements beyond what was predicted that is. You understand.”

Molly moved her expression between dumb-cute which kept him talking and bored-sexy which only made him try to go faster. The data pouring across his wall screen, a reflection of what he was seeing from his tab, when he wasn’t checking the edge of his desk for signs of pussy

“Take for example this student who’s work, communication and satisfaction have improved markedly.”

Molly recognised the picture.

“When asked she put it down to an improved relationship with her mother, for which she credited your advice.”

He skipped rapidly over the part where she described that ‘improved’ relationship.

“Then there’s this boy and this boy and this boy all of whom were borderline problem cases. They have all settled down nicely thanks to finding highly suitable girlfriends. Something you apparently helped with.”

Molly nodded, the tilted chair giving the desk edge another close shave.

“This one just says you changed his life, these five say the best thing to happen this year was lunch in the park with you and Dan Baxter. Now Mr. Baxter’s programming grades have exceeded all predictions which he puts down to Karl Iverson to whom you introduced him it would seem.”